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Sunday, November 15, 2015
The next Monday when
Amadeo arrived at the school, he caught sight of a small, oddly silent, group
of people who had gathered behind the building. He pushed his
way through the crowd easily and choked when he saw what had attracted
There was Angelo.
He sagged between two upperclassmen who tossed him back and forth so that
his feet barely touched the ground, stumbling when they did. He'd
lost his sneakers, one foot was bare and the sock was half off on the
other. His shirt and jeans were torn, filthy with dirt and blood.
The left side of his face was already showing signs of bruising.
His pockets had been turned out and his book bag unceremoniously dumped,
his books and papers scattered.
"Let him go!" Amadeo
ordered. "Let the kid go, now! And the rest of you! What
the hell is wrong with you!? You just stand around and watch while these
two goons beat on someone?! What if it was you, or one of your
friends? Would you want everyone to just stand around and stare?"
Several of the students
gave Amadeo guilty looks and left the area. One muttered "Hell, I didn't
take him to raise!" before he slouched away. Approximately ten
others stayed to watch the action.
The two older boys
stopped what they were doing momentarily. "This is none of your
business, chicken head. Bug off or I'm gonna deck ya!" Brice,
the larger of the two threatened as he held Angelo's limp form in his
"Come on, you big
ape, I’m not afraid of you." Seeing the bigger boy hesitate, Amadeo
taunted, “What's the matter, Brice? Afraid of coming after someone your
own size? What's next, gonna kick some puppies? And what about
you, Freddie? Got an appointment to shake down some eighth graders?"
"Like he said,
chicken head, bug off!" Freddie, Brice's right hand sycophant,
"Let him go.
I'm warning you." Amadeo maintained.
tryin' to jump bad with me?" Brice scoffed, “You think you c'n take us
both on?" The senior sneered, puffing out his massive chest and
pulling himself up to his full 6' 2" height. "We'll pound
you flat as a flitter.
"Yeah, think you
can take us both on?" Freddie the Toad echoed, puffing out his less
massive chest and drawing himself up to his full 5'11" stature.
One of the onlookers
turned to his friend and whispered, "Felix, you're The Flash. Run to
the office, man, give 'em the heads up. This looks like it's gonna be a
bad scene. Have 'em call the bat phone. Make tracks,
Felix didn't need any
further urging. Felix's friend took his own advice and split immediately after.
Two others followed closely behind.
"Let him go, Brice.
"Whatta you gonna
do about it, skuzz? I can snap you like a twig 'thout even tryin'.
I'll slap you so hard when you quit rollin' your clothes'll be outta
At that, Amadeo stripped
off his jacket and made a 'come here' gesture. In response, Brice tossed
Angelo aside and charged Amadeo like a bull. Amadeo winced at
the sight of the boy crumpling to the ground like a sack of potatoes but
was unable to do anything for him. Amadeo stepped aside like a matador
and the bigger boy ran past, stumbling as he tried to slow himself down
once he realized he'd missed his target. Some of the kids watching
laughed. One of the guys sidled over to see if he could help the
injured boy who lay on the ground, breathing heavily but otherwise unmoving.
Brice once again lunged
at Amadeo, who stepped aside, stuck out a foot and tripped the bigger boy up.
Brice landed face first in the dust. Freddie took action
and ran at Amadeo who turned and planted an elbow in the other boy's
midsection. Winded, Freddie joined his buddy in the dust at Amadeo's
Brice was up quickly and
charged Amadeo once again, feet braced wide, prepared for any more tricks.
Amadeo crouched at the last moment, catching Brice in the
stomach and flipping the bigger boy over his shoulder. Brice landed
on his back with an undignified 'Oomph!'
Amadeo winced and rubbed
his shoulder which felt numb from the impact but kept his eyes on his opponent.
His heart was racing, equal parts adrenaline, fear and anger.
Why didn't the others
help or even run for help? Why did they all just stand there watching?
What was wrong with them? He wasn't sure how much longer he could
last against the onslaught from both boys and he prayed for a miracle.
Where was the Lone Ranger when you really needed him?
Brice caught his breath
and staggered to his feet. "I'm gonna jerk you through a knot!"
He growled. He charged Amadeo, who landed a hard punch to the
bigger boy's mouth before jumping aside. Amadeo tried not to wince
as pain shot through his hand and up his arm, or take notice as the slice
across his knuckles caused by the other boy's teeth began to bleed
profusely. Showing pain or weakness at this point was the last thing he
wanted to do.
Freddie came at Amadeo
then, preparing to land a roundhouse punch. Amadeo grabbed the boy by the
hand, twisted around so that Freddie's arm was behind him and jerked the
arm up sharply between his shoulder blades. Freddie screeched in pain.
Amadeo gave the arm another jerk and shoved the boy roughly, causing him
to make an awkward three point landing on his left hand and knees in the
Brice put his hand to
his mouth and took it away, amazed at the sight of his own blood on it.
"I'll knock you inta nex' week, you som'bish!" he yelled.
He stalked up to Amadeo who braced for the assault. Brice
feinted with his left and swung with his right, catching Amadeo across the
temple. Amadeo staggered back, stunned, but shook it off quickly.
When he saw Brice charging at him again, he clasped his hands together to
form a club and swung them like a bat, stepping aside once again
and catching Brice across the side of the head. Brice staggered and
fell to the ground.
Brice got up stiffly and
turned to face Amadeo, his face a mask of anger, his fists clenched, wary now
of the younger boy he'd taken for an easy mark.
Amadeo saw the bigger
boy give a slight nod. Suddenly a voice shouted, "Watch it!
He's got a blade!"
He felt more than saw
Freddie advance from behind. Amadeo dropped and rolled toward Brice's
feet, spoiling Freddie's aim and Brice's balance. Once again the
two older boys landed in the dust, this time latching onto Amadeo and
pinning him beneath them. Amadeo thought his heart would burst from
terror when he saw Freddie raise the knife, preparing to strike.
Someone, he never found out who, kicked Freddie's hand and the knife went
flying. One of the other onlookers kicked it further away from the
area where the tussle was taking place.
While he was one of the
best wrestlers on the team, the weight of the two boys combined was too much
for Amadeo and he was pinned helplessly beneath them. The boys took
advantage of this and proceeded to punch the younger boy, occasionally catching
each other in their fury. If Amadeo had known this he might have laughed.
As it was he was too scared to do much more than fend off the
attacks and fight back as well as he was able. Blow after blow landed on his
face, head, and midsection. He was strangely aware that he wasn't
feeling any pain from the blows that rained down on him. He idly wondered why
it was getting dark so early in the morning. It was still morning,
While Freddie continued
pounding on Amadeo, Brice staggered to his feet and began to viciously kick the
younger boy who lay curled in the dust. Taking his cue from Brice, Freddie
got up and went after his knife again. The boy who'd kicked it aside
tried to put his foot on it but Freddie caught the kid with a roundhouse
punch and knocked him back. Freddie picked up the knife and advanced
once again on the helpless boy on the ground.
Before he knew what
happened, Freddie found himself curled in the dirt once again, face screwed up
in pain, clutching his privates and whining in a high pitched tone.
Angelo turned away from
Freddie's prone form and ran at Brice and using his full weight and force, hit
the larger boy with a flying kick to the knee that Joel Holt* would have
been proud of.
Brice howled in pain and
collapsed on the ground, arms curled protectively around the injured knee.
Angelo staggered toward Amadeo's prostrate form and fell down beside
him, completely wiped out after having used up the last of his energy.
The sound of running
footsteps alerted the audience. "Beat feet! Cobra at two o'
clock!" someone yelled, and the remainder of the watchers scattered.
Mr. Young, the gym
teacher, and Mr. Stewart, the British Lit teacher, were the first to reach the
boys, followed closely by Mr. Barnes, Mr. Cobrane and Mr. Garcia,
the Spanish teacher. The wail of sirens could be heard in the
Barnes had heard enough
from Felix, who had shown up in the office panicked and winded, to know that
Brice and Freddie had been roughing Angelo up, and that Amadeo had rushed
in to help. Barnes was more than familiar with Brice and Freddie, who
could be ruthless and were so feared within the school that none of the
other students would say a word against them for fear of being their next
target. But he was amazed to find the two biggest bullies in the school
curled on the ground, looking like they'd been rode hard and put up wet.
Mr. Cobrane, who had
been a corpsman in WWII, inspected Brice and Freddie quickly, judged their
injuries superficial and went quickly to Amadeo and Angelo. He
checked their pupils, they were both out cold. He gently ran his
hands down their arms and legs looking for broken bones, being careful not to
move their heads and necks just in case there was damage there that
couldn't be detected with hands alone. He was very concerned for Amadeo, whose
face and head were badly bruised and swollen.
Mr. Garcia, who had been
casting around for Angelo's sneakers and sock, came across the knife. He
took out his handkerchief and wrapped it, not knowing whose it was but
knowing that it was evidence. He then went over to Angelo and took a good
look at the boy. He'd been an army medic and he did much the same as
Cobrane had done, gently running his hands down the boy’s spine and legs.
The toes of his bare right foot were swollen and discolored. He
removed his suit jacket and folded it, propping Angelo's foot up until
help could arrive.
Mr. Young and Mr.
Stewart stood guard over Brice and Freddie, just in case they recovered and
tried to run.
Within minutes Mrs.
Jennings came around the corner, calmly leading a policeman and a paramedic
that she'd had the foresight to call as well as the police, once
she'd heard who was involved in the fight. Her eyebrows rose in surprise
as she took note of the two bullies still curled in the dust. She'd only
understood part of what Felix had been trying to say but from the looks of
it Amadeo had hung tough and hadn't gone down easily.
The paramedic ducked
back around the corner and signaled to someone. Seconds later an
ambulance and police car drove around the corner, over the curb and into the
lot behind the school. Cobrane and Garcia waved the paramedics over
to Amadeo and Angelo, while the police responded to Barnes's summons toward the
two older boys.
Garcia and Cobrane
filled the paramedics in on what they'd done and observed and then stood back
to let the men do their jobs. One medic ran back to the ambulance
and came back with cervical collars and back boards. They recorded
the boy's vitals and then gently placed the collars on the two unconscious boys
before rolling them onto the boards and buckling them on securely and
putting them into the ambulance. In less than a minute the ambulance took off,
Brice and Freddie had
recovered enough to sit up, though they still winced and held onto their
injured parts. "What about us?" Brice complained. "We're
One of the officers
smiled grimly at the boy and said, "We have different accommodations for
the two of you." He and his partner quickly cuffed Brice who began
to shout and protest his innocence. "You can't arrest me!
I'm innocent! I was viciously attacked! I had to fight back,
it was self-defense, ask anyone who was here, they'll tell you! I'm
injured! I need a doctor! This isn't fair! Police
brutality!" The two officers supported Brice, who hopped on one foot
melodramatically for a few steps before going limp and making them half
drag, half carry him the rest of the way toward the car.
Once they got him in
place, they turned toward Freddie who had tried to stand up and run but who had
been hemmed in by the two teachers who had been guarding him.
Freddie began crying as
soon as the cuffs were placed on his wrists. His eyes and nose ran freely.
He tried to mop his face by using the shoulder of his tee shirt, but
since his hands were behind him he only succeeded in smearing the mess across
his cheek. One of the officers quickly wiped a look of dismay and disgust
from his own face. This wasn't the first 'tough guy' to crack once
the cuffs were on him. Freddie was quickly placed in the back seat next
to his friend. Garcia gave the knife to one of the officers who
placed it in the glove compartment, and moments later the police car followed
The men stood together,
watching the vehicles depart. Barnes turned to the others and said,
"I recognized two of the kids who ran, were any of you able to
identify any of the others?"
"I recognized Eddie Parker from my third period class."
Young nodded as well.
"I have two of them in my gymnastics class. Jim Barkis and
"And then there was
Felix, but I think he missed the worst of it." Barnes added.
"And where Felix
is, you're bound to find Aiden, so we can look him up as well and find out how
much he saw before he left." said Mr. Stewart.
Barnes turned toward
Mrs. Jennings, "Margaret, call an assembly for..." he glanced at his
watch. Good Lord, he thought, it wasn't even nine o' clock yet. "For 10 am, please, and summon..." Margaret Jennings
held up the pad she'd been taking notes on and showed the list of students
names to Mr. Barnes, who gave her a wry smile.
he said. "After you've done that get me the numbers for Mr. Rossi's
and Mr. Di Marco's families, also for Mr. Crighton's and Mr. Argus's parents.
This is going to be a very difficult morning for all of us."
He sighed, "Actually, Margaret, call the assembly for twelve
instead. I have a feeling that these calls are going to take longer
than an hour."
Reference to The Flash
Flash Comics was a comic
book published by All American Publications and later National Periodicals (DC
Comics). The title ran for 104 issues between January 1940 to February
1949. Many DC Comics characters made their first appearances in Flash Comics,
including the The Flash, Hawkman, Black Canary and Johnny Thunder.
Joel Holt directed and
starred in Karate, The Hand of Death, in 1961. No copyright infringement intended
In the field, the
hospital corpsman must be prepared to treat and dress wounds, carry the wounded
and take part fully in the mission of the unit to which he is attached.
This can include digging trenches, establishing perimeters, carrying out
surveillance, holding a firing line and forced marching. Corpsmen are also
trained to tend to illnesses, carry out medical tests, dispense prescribed
medications, keep medical records, assist at births and advise on personal
hygiene and safety.
Army Combat medics
known as medics) are military personnel who have been trained to at least an
EMT-Basic level (8 week course in the U.S. Army), and who are responsible
for providing first aid and front line trauma care on the
battlefield. They are also responsible for providing continuing medical
care in the absence of a readily available physician, including care for
disease and battle injury.